"Are you serious, or delirious?" Viggo drawled as his lover pranced from the bedroom and struck a pose that Britney Spears would have rejected as too cutesy/lewd.

"You don't like it?"

"Give me a spoon and I'll dig in, but I'm not taking you out in public like that."

"Why not?" Orlando's brow puckered in adorable perplexity.

"Because I'd get tired of beating guys off you with a stick. Anyway, I forgot to bring my stick."

"I hope you're kidding, mate," Orlando said. "I have plans for your stick."

"Maybe we should just stay here?" Viggo said hopefully.

"Not a chance. You promised me a night out anywhere I chose."

"True enough," Viggo said philosophically.

There were worse things than going out with someone like Orlando. Especially if you were reasonably certain you'd be making love to him at some point in the evening. Viggo just wished his young lover's tastes were a little less … flamboyant.

"I hope it's chilly out," Orlando said, as he moved toward the door. "I have the perfect jacket."

Viggo groaned dramatically as Orlando pulled a hot-pink vinyl jacket from his closet. "That's the cherry on top," he said sarcastically.

Orlando paused in the act of putting on the jacket. "Are you really embarrassed to be seen with me in these clothes?"

"Embarrassed?" Viggo repeated. "No baby. You look amazing. I just get a little jealous when I see the way other guys look at you, and I don't like feeling that way. However, I trust you and that's the bottom line. So you wear whatever the hell makes you happy."

Orlando threw his arms around Viggo and hugged him fiercely. "I love you so much," the boy said sincerely.

"The feeling is entirely mutual. Now let's get going before I'm compelled to make a lame Pretty in Pink joke."

"You're so Eighties," Orlando said witheringly.

"Says the man in the bright pink cowboy boots and snakeskin pants. Hey Orli, Bon Jovi called. He wants his wardrobe back."

Orlando spun in a slow circle. "Tell me Bon Jovi's arse ever looked this good."

Viggo pretended to consider, earning a playful slap from Orlando. Viggo grabbed for the body part in question and Orlando bolted out the door. Viggo followed him to the elevator at a less precipitous pace, admiring the sublime backside in skintight python print jeans. Tucked into the tall boots, the Lycra-blend pants hugged and accentuated the young man's long, lean-muscled legs.

Orlando parked against the back wall of the elevator car and beckoned to Viggo with his eyes. Viggo bracketed the boy's head with his palms against wall and dipped his face to take the sculpted lips. They parted easily for the man's tongue, a moan escaping before the moist chamber was filled. Orlando clutched a double fistful of Viggo's black denim jacket and pulled the man against his chest.

Viggo moved his hips in a slow rolling motion, grinding against Orlando. Orlando's hands slid down his lover's muscular back to squeeze the tight buttocks. Viggo groaned as the boy's fingers crept suggestively into his crack. Relinquishing the sweet lips to take a much-needed breath, Viggo spoke in a rapid patter of words.

"Some day you've got to tell me how you do that. How you get me hard just by wanting me to be. Can you feel how hard I am for you?"

Orlando's hand snaked around Viggo's hip to find the man's arousal. "This is for me?" Orli asked, as he stroked the stiff shaft.

"I hear bells," Viggo gasped.

"We're at the lobby," Orlando said, giving the man's arousal a last squeeze before the elevator doors opened.

Viggo turned quickly to face the front as the doors slid open on a bevy of hopeful faces. As usual, those waiting tried to crowd into the car before the present occupants disembarked. Unable to get out, the two actors resigned themselves to another vertical ride. As they rose again, Viggo felt slim, cool fingers slip under his waistband.

The blonde glanced over his shoulder and met Orlando's eyes, bright with mischief and lust. Viggo gave a slight shake of his head, warning his lover. Orlando's pink lips drew up in a smile so naughty that Viggo shivered in anticipation. Warm breath stirred the hair on the back of Viggo's neck as Orlando's hand burrowed deeper.

Viggo gasped softly as the stealthy fingers forced their way between the denim and his flesh until they traversed his hip. Worming downward, fingertips brushed the head of Viggo's unfettered arousal. A tiny groan escaped the man's lips, and the lady next to him gave him a curious look.

"Gas," Viggo whispered, figuring this could hardly get more humiliating and he might as well go for broke.

The well-dressed woman turned up her nose in offense, and to Viggo's relief, looked the other way. Orlando was delicately squeezing the tip of the man's cock and licking long tingling stripes up the back of his neck. The light caresses were maddening, but Viggo couldn't react to them without drawing more attention.

Viggo locked his jaw and breathed slow and deep through his nostrils until the bell dinged again. The doors opened and the passengers poured out onto a floor that was obviously hosting a party. The annoyed woman looked back before entering the festive flat and her crimson painted mouth fell open at the sight that greeted her eyes before the door closed.

Viggo spun and pinned Orlando's slender frame to the back wall. Releasing the tension built up on the ride, the blonde claimed his lover's mouth in a ravenous kiss that left Orlando breathless. Clinging to Viggo's shoulders, the young man let his head fall back as a flurry of fiery kisses trailed down his neck.

*Ding* The doors rolled open on the darkness of the top floor.

"I didn't think this elevator came up here," Viggo said, pulling his lips from Orlando's alluringly smooth skin.

"It's not supposed to," Orlando said. "I can't believe the penthouse is still vacant. If I was going to be in town longer, I'd take up the lease myself."

Viggo punched the *door-close* button and stole another kiss. When the lift didn't start moving, he looked up from his pleasant activity again.

"We're not moving," Viggo said unnecessarily.

"Speak for yourself," Orlando panted, pressing his crotch to the other man's.

"No, I mean the elevator seems to be stuck."

"I know what you mean, you silly man," Orlando said, just before running his tongue around the inside of Viggo's ear. "Since we're stuck, why don't we get stuck in?"

Viggo groaned. "Baby, don't be ridiculous. We can't do it here."

Orlando groaned louder. "We've talked about your problem with spontaneity. Look at it this way," the boy said, brushing spiky bangs off Viggo's forehead. "It gets you out of going to the club tonight."

"If we fuck in the elevator, we don't have to go out?" Viggo didn't want to misunderstand.

"Shag me in the lift and I'll give the club a miss," Orlando clarified.

Viggo whirled and punched the emergency stop button. Immediately, the lights went out. The exit sign bathed the interior in wan red light imbuing flesh with a hot pink glow. Viggo flipped open Orlando's jacket to thumb a stiff nipple peeking through the black fishnet tank top. The boy's moan of pleasure was lost in a loud ominous clank.

"What the fuck was that?" and "What the bloody hell?" Viggo and Orlando said more or less simultaneously.

The elevator lurched, dropping an inch and Viggo threw himself at the opening, pulling Orlando with him. As they hit the thick, soft carpeting of the hallway, the lift doors closed and the elevator smoothly descended. The two men exchanged a puzzled glance as they rose to their feet.

"What the hell was that about?" Viggo wondered aloud as he went to control panel and pushed the call button.

"I'll bet you real money that doesn't work," Orlando said.

"Don't, baby," Viggo said. "I'm not in the mood to be jollied. You could've been hurt."

"We," Orlando corrected. "We could have been hurt. You're not bulletproof you know and I'm not a fragile flower. I do my own stunts you know."

Viggo turned from the recalcitrant machine with a fond smile. "I know you do, baby. You're a real tough guy, except in a few places."

Orlando's eyes opened wide and he began backing away down the short hall as Viggo's clutching fingers reached for Orlando's ticklish bits.

"Don't do it, Mortensen," Orlando warned.

"I thought you were in a playful mood," Viggo grinned. "So which is it? Do you want spontaneity or not?"

"You've got me there," Orlando admitted as he pivoted agilely on one heel and ran. "But now you don't."

Reaching the double doors of the single penthouse dwelling, Orlando grabbed the handle on the right. It turned easily and he dashed into the apartment. Entering just behind the boy, Viggo flipped on the lights. They both stopped in surprise.

"Holy retro!" Viggo whistled. "We're in Barbarella's living room."

From the far wall a sea of shocking pink shag carpeting rioted across the two-level space to foam around their toes. The sunken pit furniture was covered in black suede. The various chrome-plated chairs were upholstered in black patent leather and supplemented by large floor pillows of blinding white or lime green. Every table was a thick slab of crystal clear Lucite carved into a free-form shape and the drapes were strings of clear plastic discs in pink and green.

"Maybe we shouldn't," Viggo began.

The blonde's words dried up when he glanced at Orlando. The young man had stripped off his jacket and flung it toward a chair. Orlando was starting to toe off one of his boots when Viggo grabbed him by the elbow. Dark eyes widened inquiringly just before Viggo's mouth claimed Orlando's assertively.

"Leave the boots," Viggo said in his groin-tingling rasp.

A swift little shiver of anticipation coursed through Orlando. "I won't be able to get these pants off over them," he warned.

"Are you very partial to them?" Viggo raised his eyebrows up and down.

"I don't like the look in your eye, Mortensen," Orlando said, his smile belying his disapproval.

"Then you're really not going to like this," Viggo said, lunging at the boy.

Orlando wafted aside as agilely as any Elf, but his lover knew all his moves by now. Viggo's charge was a feint, changing direction in mid-leap. Wrapping strong arms around Orlando, the man took him to the floor. They rolled over in the thick hot pink carpeting until they tumbled down the shallow steps to the living room.

Grabbing two handfuls of stretchy material, Viggo pulled in opposite directions. Orlando gasped as the fabric parted leaving his ass cheeks in the breeze. Viggo buried his face in one of the pale globes, blowing raspberries as Orlando giggled helplessly beneath him.

Flipping the young man over, Viggo dragged him onto the enormous couch. Another rip at the spandex and the man was able to pull Orlando's hard cock out through a small hole. The tight fabric put pressure on the base of the young man's shaft and trapped his balls. Viggo grinned as he fondled the full sacs through the snakeskin pants.

"I'm going to suck you until you beg to come," Viggo told Orlando. "Then I'm going to fuck your tight little ass good and proper on this pukey pink rug."

Orlando moaned and moved his hips suggestively. Viggo took the head of Orlando's rod in his mouth as he continued to gently squeeze the boy's balls. His other hand crept around to tease his lover's opening.

"What the?" Viggo flipped Orlando facedown again.

"Hey! I was just getting into that!" Orlando protested.

"What's up your butt?" Viggo exclaimed.

"The fact that my boyfriend quit in the middle of …"

"No. I mean literally what's up your butt?"

"Bloody hell!" Orlando laughed. "Can you believe I forgot? I wanted to be ready for you, in case, you know, we got excited while we were out."

"It's been known to happen," Viggo conceded. "So what is this?"

"It's a butt plug, Einstein."

"Yeah, but how come it matches the carpet?"

"Happy accident. Want to pull it out?"

"Oh hell yes," Viggo said in a tone that made Orlando crane his neck to look at the man.

"Easy, cowboy," Orlando said in his best Midwestern twang. "I bought one I thought was closest to your size."

Viggo drew the bright pink plug slowly out of Orlando's passage. "How could you forget you had this thing up your ass? I'm surprised I didn't see a glow when you opened your mouth."

"Hey! I did it for you."

Viggo stopped laughing and put his arms around Orlando's waist. "It was really thoughtful, baby," he said, kissing the middle of the long back.

"You don't have to spend all that time preparing me," Orlando said reproachfully.

"Well, thank you but," Viggo said, "between you and me, I kinda like doin' that."

"Oh."

"This is good, too," Viggo said quickly. "Especially since we're in kind of a hurry."

"What?"

"In case someone shows up?"

"Oh. Right. Then let's get busy," Orlando said. "Oh! My! God!"

Viggo grinned at the boy's cries of surprise as he plunged his hard length into the lubed and stretched socket in a series of short thrusts. Before Orlando caught his breath, Viggo pulled out and pushed smoothly back in.

"Hey, that butt plug trick really works," Viggo said. "You're as smooth as silk."

"Mmmhm," Orlando purred as the big cock shunted past his prostate.

"Tell me what you want, baby," Viggo said, stroking the young man's sleek flanks.

"I believe someone mentioned fucking my tight, little ass good and proper," Orlando mumbled into the couch cushion.

"Yee-haw!" Viggo indulged his boy with a wrangler's whoop learned on the set of Hidalgo.

Pulling Orlando's ass tight against his groin, Viggo thrust hard and deep with a smooth stroke that stimulated his lover's prostate, entering and withdrawing. Orlando sank his teeth into the black suede of the couch cushion until Viggo smacked his butt. The boy let out a yelp and looked back reproachfully.

"I'm doin' all the work," Viggo teased. "Least you can do is sing for me."

"Quit riding me," Orlando quipped. "I'm a little hoarse."

Viggo reached around a slim hip and fisted Orlando's eager rod.

"Fuck, that feels good," the boy moaned.

"Can you stand?"

"I'll do a double back flip with a half twist and a full layout if you want, Magic-fingers."

"You can show me your routine later, Mary Lou," Viggo said as he lifted Orlando up with him. "Kneel on the couch and grab the back."

Orlando complied with alacrity, crying out his pleasure when Viggo entered him again. "Oh shit, babe," the young man panted. "I'm going to come."

Viggo leaned over Orlando's back and rapidly stroked the boy's leaking cock. Wrapping his other arm tightly around his lover's chest, the man thrust forcefully. Whimpering and gasping for breath, Orlando pushed back against Viggo's stroke. In less than a dozen heartbeats, the beautiful young man sucked in a harsh breath and let it out in a quick patter of words.

"I'm coming, Viggo. Oh God, I'm coming. Don't stop. Keep fucking me. Keep … Oh!"

Viggo brought his other hand down and covered the head of Orlando's arousal just as it jetted a stream of thick fluid. Gently pulling the depleted balls out through the ripped fabric, Viggo fondled them with cum-slick fingers while he continued to thrust. Orlando made a mewling sound deep in his throat as the long cock filled him and withdrew in a steady, powerful rhythm.

Reaching blindly across the pink shag, Orlando's fingers touched the discarded butt plug. Sliding it into his mouth, he deep-throated the pliant plastic.

"Slap my ass and call me Becky," Viggo whistled. "I didn't think I could get any harder."

"You ain't seen nuthin' yet," Orlando groaned.

Reaching back as far as possible, Orlando grabbed hold of Viggo's butt cheeks.

"Uh baby," Viggo said, slowing his stroke. "What are you thinking?"

"Just let me … you'll see," Orlando promised. "Try to be … unh … open-minded."

"It ain't my mind you're tryin' to open. Oh boy!"

Viggo gasped and shoved his full length into Orlando as the tip of the toy pushed into him.

"You okay?" Orlando asked a little breathlessly.

"Yeah. You?"

"Uh-huh, but could you … yeah, thanks. Bloody hell you're big."

Viggo pulled a bit farther back and Orlando eased the plug a bit farther in. Viggo gasped and the boy snickered.

"Found it, did I?"

"Carry on," Viggo said as he resumed his stroke.

Orlando held the toy awkwardly but firmly as Viggo thrust. Each time the man pulled back the blunt tip of the plug bumped solidly against his prostate. It wasn't long before Viggo grunted in surprise and spurted deep inside Orlando.

"Holy shit, that was hot," Viggo said.

"You took the words right out of my mouth. That's hot!"

Viggo and Orlando's head whipped to the right. Viggo quickly disengaged and moved in front of Orlando. Both men stared in shock at the figure standing in foyer.

The celery-stick shaped young woman put down the rat dog she was cradling and tossed hair of a suspicious shade of gold over her bony shoulder. The heiress, who shall remain nameless (hint: it's the capital of France), was dressed from beret to stilettos in bright candy pink. Turning her head to a three quarter view, she tilted her chin, half-closed her eyes and showed her white teeth in one of her two expressions.

"Just let me get these clothes off and I'll join you," she squealed.

"Uh, thanks, but no thanks," Viggo said as he pulled up his black jeans and zipped them so fast he endangered future generations of Mortensens.

Snatching up Orlando's jacket, Viggo tossed it to the boy. Orlando tied the arms around his waist and wore the garment like an apron.

The rich chick was still voguing and batting her false eyelashes as Viggo and Orlando climbed the shallow steps from the living area.

"Omigod!" she exclaimed. "Nicki and Nic will never believe I did it with you hotties!"

"And they'd be right not to," Orlando said as he edged past.

Finally seeing that the gorgeous men were trying to leave, she deployed her other expression, a somewhat seasick pout. Viggo shuddered, brushing off her hands and doing his best to avoid the Freddie Kreuger length false nails.

"Hey!" the heiress yapped. "Get back here!"

"We really have to go," Viggo said.

"Maybe another time," Orlando said.

"Not!" they chorused as they ran out the door and down the hall.

The two actors flung themselves through the closing doors of the elevator and collapsed against one another.

"I hope you've learned something about going into other people's places without permission," Viggo chuckled.

"You're the one who did the breaking and entering," Orlando giggled helplessly.

"The homeowner didn't seem all that shocked to find us there," Viggo mused, wiping his eyes.

"Yeah?" Orlando arched his eyebrows. "She will be when she finds that butt plug."

Viggo laughed heartily and Orlando joined him. They were still grinning when they got off at their floor and they spent the rest of the night watching old movies and cuddling.

Orlando never got his plug back, but a certain rodent-sized canine named after a fairy was very happy with its new chew toy.

The end.